Now that one that could never be, is.

When I first thought I had love
I looked for it in wax
But melting is destructive
and wicks cannot grow back

The second time I sought love
I found it in the flame
All heat, but short of substance
and quickly growing tame

And when I thirdly felt love
The smoke was where it lay
But without wick or fire
I lost it in a day

Now finally I know love
And chide my foolish soul
Not wax, nor smoke, nor fire, but
the Candle as a whole